CAINE
By the way my skin's buzzing, I'm positive Grace has lost control again. It's a faint feeling, something I never noticed before—or attributed to her touch without thinking twice.
"Grace," I murmur against her ear, and she flinches and buries her face further into my neck. "Are you in control?"
"Of course I—oh." Suddenly, the strange feeling disappears. "Yes."
The witch seemed to think we should be able to control it on our end. Fascinating. You're right, it's as if she's dampened the connection between us.
It should be a positive thing, but my lips turn down a little at the thought of our connection being reduced in any way. But more importantly, we need to get to the bottom of this transference. If this truly is something I can manipulate, Grace will never be in danger again.
Her hips shift uncomfortably as I run my hand over her back. "Are you still dripping?"
A faint nodding sensation against my shoulder.
"Do you want me to wipe you down?"
